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Still blindfolded and unable to see her surroundings or the two mute set of arms carrying her towards the shower block, Veronica found herself with little on her mind other than the enormously satisfying thought of being given the chance to bathe. She knew she reeked of old sweat and sex, and her skin felt oily. Her hair, she thought, would probably be in a much worse state having been left tucked under the skin tight hood. A heavy clanking sound of a metal door echoed down the corridor, and Veronica was brought into the shower block. The set of arms carrying her by the legs set her feet down onto the cold tiled floor, and busily began to tie her arms together behind her back in a kind of harness. A cable was then padlocked to the end of the harness, and the sound of an electric winch starting up was the only warning Veronica had before her arms were pulled up over her head. Still gagged and weak from her time spent motionless in the suspended vacuum bag there was little she could do to protest the uncomfortable positions she was contorted into, and what she had been imagining to be a near forgotten luxury quickly seemed to be escalating into another torment for her training.
Hands roughly pulled her feet apart, and the cold metal of what must have been handcuffs were clasped around each of her ankles. What was obviously a spreader bar was then locked onto each set, leaving her just as unable to move as she had been not long before.
It was then that Veronica could feel the drag of the latex over her face, pulling her hair with it, as the hood was finally removed from her head. The light was blinding and all she could do was force her eyes shut to escape the searing white around her. Hands from behind her kept her steady as she recoiled from the shock, and even through her eyelids she could still see white light, shapes, and stars. Slowly her eyes began to adjust to being used again, and the movement of shadows behind her eyelids started to sharpen up into the outlines of a figure, before fading into blackness. Opening her eyes to allow the slightest amount of light she could handle, the figure in front of her returned and drew into focus.
Veronica could tell it was a woman immediately by the shape of her body. Her waist was incredibly thin, and as colours started to fill into Veronica’s world, she could make out it was from what looked to be a tightly bound corset. Shiny black boots flowed right up from her feet to her thighs, ending at what seemed to be a metal chastity belt. Her breasts were pushed up from the half cups of the corset, and Veronica could see the glint of two thick metal hoops hanging pierced from each of the woman’s nipples. Widening her eyes more, Veronica began to make out the woman’s face, and was surprised to see that in the middle of her young features she was also wearing what seemed to be a large stainless steel ball-gag. ‘A slave here, herself..’ Veronica realised.
The slave woman unbuckled a hard leather pouch hanging from the side of her left boot, and withdrew from it a bright red shaver. The slave woman’s face was impossible to read with the metal ball between her lips, but the dramatic way she held the shaver was enough to let Veronica know exactly what was going to happen next. ‘No.. not my hair..’ she moaned to herself as her heart sunk in her chest. Since she had resigned away her freedom she had only felt this truly helpless and out of her league once before, and those memories of back in Frank’s office suddenly returned to her.
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Veronica experimentally bit down onto the hard rubber gag she had just placed into her mouth, and took a deep breath in through the hose through the middle of it. Breathing seemed to be easy enough, so she took the two straps and buckled the gag up tightly around her head. She knew that a verbal contract had now been for filled, and instantly she began to regret what she had done.
“That was quick.” Frank chuckled “Usually people take a few visits before they’ll give themselves away.” Standing antalya escort up, Frank walked over to a large antique cupboard, and unlocked the door. Inside Veronica could see small stacks of cardboard boxes, most of which were labeled with people’s names. Frank selected an unlabeled box, and tossed it to Veronicas feet. “To be honest I couldn’t care less why you’ve turned up here and decided to jump into the deep end of my pool,” Frank began, returning to the chair behind his desk, “But by the time we’re finished together I doubt you’ll know either. Get your clothes off.”
Veronica felt her face flush with heat, while a chill ran down her spine. She had expected and was prepared for instructions such as these, but being there in the moment she was nearly too nervous to stand up. Eager to make a good first impression however, she forced herself up, and Veronica began to peel the tight strapless dress down over her breasts, rolling it down her body till it dropped to her feet. Now half naked, Veronica stopped to show off her body, hoping for approval.
“Dress goes into the box.” Frank grunted. ‘So much for a compliment’, she figured. Her boots were the next to go, which she removed by rolling each boot down to her ankles, kicking them off into her cardboard box with the dress. Her last item of clothing was the latex panties, which without wasting a moment she pulled straight off with her two thumbs, dropping it on top of the pile in the box.
“Get on the desk.. on your back.” Frank ordered her. Veronica climbed up onto the table, and lay herself down in front of him for his inspection. Opening a drawer in his desk, Frank retrieved a small voice recorder, and turned it on. “First physical inspection of new slave ‘Veronica’ is.. not encouraging.” He began to recite into the device. “Slave is clearly not prepared for the program ahead, and could likely take up more time than she would be worth.” If she wasn’t gagged Veronica thought to herself that she would probably be protesting what she thought was quite an unfair assessment. “Open your legs, slave.” he snapped at her. Quick to respond, Veronica spread eagled herself, and waited for for what he would say next. “Slave has a full head of pubic hair on her pussy, clearly a sign that she no idea has no gauge of our standards here. Removal of the offending bush will need to be first call of action.”
Veronica felt her face flush hot with blood from a mixture of humility and shame. Her pubic area had always been a sore issue with her boyfriend. As much as she had always tried to be sexy for him in the past, that particular area had been a little too private for her to groom away completely. Seeing the bald pussies of the woman in the porn he had downloaded from the Internet had put her off the idea even further, and made the thought of being that naked unbearable. Veronica cursed herself for not considering this before hand, and knew she would have probably chickened out if she knew. Not sure if she was going to cry, Veronica struggled to keep her legs from shutting while Frank examined her pussy in detail with his fingers.
“Not a single piercing,” Frank sighed into his recorder with irritation. “Going to have to make it an ordeal for her as punishment for wasting my time. Thats at least a month before heavy training is an option.” The meaning of ‘giving away her rights as a human being’ was quickly starting to show it’s extent to her, and with little to do other than worry about what was to come, Veronica decided the best thing to do was to close her eyes and wait for it to all be over.
Frank turned the recorder off and pressed a button on his desk. “Charlie, I’m going to need a pot of hot wax with plenty of waxing strips in here,” he requested into the microphone.
“Right away, sir.” a female voice replied though the little speaker.
“Oh, and get Jerry on the way over here too.” Frank added. “Tell him to bring his full kit – I’ve got some new work for him.”
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The red shaver buzzed into life as the steel-gagged slave flicked the switch on the side. The woman worked quickly and effectively as Veronicas hair fell to the tiled floor, along with her silent tears. Of all the things she had been through ataşehir escort already, it was only now that she realised the last thing that was really hers anymore was being taken away. Veronica knew that what ‘will’ she came to this place with was to be dissolved away, and at this rate it wouldn’t be long until she found the bottom.
As the last lock of hair fell to the floor the razor was switched off, and the slave woman buckled it back into her belt. Then, expressionless as she was when Veronica first saw her, the woman turned and walked away out of sight.
A rusty squeak of a tap being turned was the next thing she heard before a torrent of cold water fell upon her from the shower head above, making her jump at the shock. Her head felt strange, and having the chilling water run down the skin of her scalp would have tickled if it didn’t simply hammer into her of how far gone she was. Phantom hands from behind her introduced themselves with a slap to her ass, and they began to scrub her down with a soapy sponge. The echos of what might have once been self consciousness suddenly made herself feel naked and shameful, but after a while Veronica decided she would just let herself enjoy the chance to be cleaned.
A quick rinse later and shower time was over. The winch that had been holding her arms over her head was put into reverse, and when enough cable permitted, Veronica fell to the floor, and rested her aching muscles. The hands of who she now saw to be a muscular leather clad man freed her from her harness, and lifted her up, draping her over his shoulders, her feet still separated by the spreader. Her benefactor wordlessly carried her out of the shower block, and continued down the windowless concrete corridors. The walls were painted a dull yellow which reminded Veronica of some kind of old abandoned hospital, and every now and then they would pass heavy looking metal doors, textured all over with rust. Perhaps it reminded her more of an asylum, she reconsidered.
Eventually they stopped at one of the ominous metal portals, and the man pounded at it with his free hand. The mechanical sound of a heavy key turning in an old lock followed, and the groan of the door being pulled open echoed down the corridors. Veronica was brought inside, which she found to be completely engulfed in darkness, except for a familiar looking steel chair in the middle, brightly illuminated by a surgical lamp hanging from the ceiling.
The man hefted her off his shoulder, and placer her into the seat of the chair. The metal was cold on her skin, even after the chilly shower she had not fifteen minutes ago, and it was only moments before she found herself strapped down into it. The chair had leg rests that swung open, and her ankles were strapped into each leg of the chair, the spreader bar keeping her pussy open for show. Her wrists were then secured to the armrests, followed by her waist and neck around the back of the chair.
Once she had been securely fastened, the silent man turned and left the room, leaving her to the surrounding darkness.
“‘Allo there, poppet.” the Darkness around her chirped up. “Gotta say I been lookin’ forward to this follo’-up.” The accent set the wheels in Veronicas’ mind spinning, and despite the fact she knew it was familiar, she felt frustrated not knowing who it belonged to. A figure then walked into the circle of light, pushing forward a metal cart covered in surgical trays and little drawers. “Time fer Jerry ta’ pick up where we left off den?” the thin and scrawny ginger-goateed man chuckled.
Then in a rush, Veronica remembered exactly where it was that he had left off.
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It was all happening so quickly for her. One moment she was strapping ball-gag around her head, and the next thing she knew she was naked, being tied down into a metal dentist chair in some underground chamber. Her pussy was still tender from the waxing it has just received in Frank’s office, and the cold metal of the chairs seat was the closest thing she had to something soothing.
With her in the concrete chamber was Frank, who had previously left her alone on his desk after the waxing, the slaves who had collected her and escorted her though the underground maze, and a thin ratty looking man with tattoos on his arms, a shaved bald head, and a long ginger goatee. Although Veronica couldn’t hear what they were saying, she knew that she was being discussed, and putting ‘one and one together’, she had a feeling that the man in the room was ‘Jerry’, and that she was about to be pierced. Her heart began the pound in her chest, and she could already feel adrenaline rushing through her system. This was the thing that she had so often argued against with her fetishist ex-boyfriend in the past, and now it seemed like it was going to happen if she liked it or not.
“Oorite there, poppet?” Jerry asked, walking over towards her. “Cat got yer tongue there, girly?” he said with a chuckle, giving her a wide smirk, revealing missing and gold capped teeth. “Rite ‘en, lets get crackin’.” Reaching for a drawer in a metal trolly cart next to her, Jerry retrieved a sharp pair of short needles, and a small cube of cork. “Sanitise ‘er nips ‘en.” He directed one of the slaves in the room, who promptly retrieved an alcoholic swab from another drawer in the cart, and wiped Veronicas nipples down. Jerry was quick to then place the cork on one side of her left nipple, and without pause drove one of the needles though.
Veronica screamed into her gag, and a surge of heavy tears burst though, as she began to have a moment of clarity. In all the times that she refused to get involved in anything kinky for her boyfriend she had never been able to explain her aversion to it. Now she understood her fear properly. It wasn’t the pain or the trust she was afraid of – it was the degradation. It was worry of being reduced to a worthless whore. Reflecting on her current situation there wasn’t much for her to do but silently think on the irony of it all as her other nipple had a needle driven though the middle.
“Open yer sunshine, would ya’ missy?” Jerry joked, as he turned a crank on the side of the chair that separated the two legs of the chair. “Sure ye jes’ want the outer ladders done ‘n this one?” Jerry asked Frank.
“Thats right.” Frank confirmed. “I’ve been wanting to install a zipper onto the inner labia of a slave for a while now. Rings won’t do for that.” Jerry whistled and shook his head, chuckling.
“Kee-rist girl,” Jerry said to Veronica. “‘E’s got in in for ye’, I tell you wha’.” Returning to his work, Jerry tilted the chair back and pushed another five needles though each side of Veronica’s bald outer labia, every one making her cry into the hard rubber gag. The adrenaline still thick through her blood dulled the pain, though each needle driven though the thick skin was a reminder of what self ownership she had left behind only an hour ago. “I ‘spect me usual payment still stands ‘n this ‘un too th’n, Frank?”
“Of course. You’re free to decorate her as you please as soon as she’s finished isolation training.”
“Right.” Jerry agreed. “So ye’ want e’r tongue split still?”
“Back as far as you can go.” Frank confirmed. “If she isn’t going to show up here with the required piercings we may as well have some fun.” Both men laughed.
“‘D feel sorry fer this one if I wasn’ into I meself.” Jerry joked, as he unbuckled Veronicas ball-gag, and pulled it from her mouth. “Say a word and ye’ll regret it.” He warned her. “Tongue out.” Veronica, scared to offer her tongue to Jerry, but more frightened to with-hold it, opened her mouth and presented it to him. Wordlessly, Jerry pulled out some surgical thread from his kit, and threaded it though the eye of a thick sewing needle. Then, taking a strong hold of the end of her tongue with some small tongs, he began to push the needle though one side, and then pushed it back through the other, stitching his way down the middle of the muscle. Without the gag in her mouth, Veronica cried out loudly in pain and struggled in her bonds, though no one seemed to expect otherwise. As Jerry sewed as far back as he could manage in her mouth, he pulled the thread tight causing her tongue to bunch up at the bottom of her mouth, and then he tied a knot closed. “Tha’ll be split by th’ time she’s ripe.” Jerry told Frank, as he pushed the gag back into Veronicas mouth. “Ye’ got a pain threshold on ‘is ‘un.”
“I’m impressed.” Frank agreed. “Get her into a vacuum bag.” He ordered the two slaves in the room. “I’m sure you’ll have plenty of time to plan out what you’ll do to her next, Jerry.”
“We’ll see.” Jerry nodded, and ran his hand though Veronicas hair. “An’ I’ll be seein’ ye in a week, poppet.”
To be continued..
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